Dark. (A Riker Lynch Fanfic)

Chapter 2: Rydel

Ana's POV

They debated on who would go first. Rydel ended up throwing her hands up and going first.

"So let's start with your outfit, you look absoulutly amazing." I started. "Oh thank you! My mom does most of my shopping for me. I'm not to big on it. But I think I'm growing into it." she laughed. The interview had hardly started and I already found that she was a very giggily, optimistic peroson. I was fond of it to be honest.

We talked about the common things for about two hours. Like the fact she's the only girl. as well as where she is from and things she did when she was younger, then things she does now, then about some things she'd like to do in the future. "So why don't we talk about your brothers for a bit." I said. "I've seen in other interviews you say there isn't to much you don't like about being around all these boys." I said. She nodded for me to continue. "I understand it's not probably like you to look at the some what negitive, but people want to know what it is really like to live and work with a bunch of men." I said. "Well it does have it's down sides. But I think the worst part is that...well I'm not always herd. Like I will say an idea or a lyric or something and they will literaly just ingnor me but end up going with what I said. I guess they see me as a little girl. I'm sure they would and will deny it, but I think they do they just don't want to make me feel bad." she said. "Also they sometimes make what some would call sexist jokes." She said. She was obviously thinking of a few, that where hurtful. "Like they will make girl jokes right in front of me. Like one time Rocky was dating this girl who he wasn't really treating right because he was like 16 so he didn't fully get the dating concept and he and Riker would make like period jokes, they just kind of made fun of girls in general not just her in pasifics." she said. "And they still do that to this day. They think I don't notice or care since they tell me "Oh not you". But I'm still a girl and they do hurt. Like they'll pick out flaws out of everything sometimes and I may say that it's nothing and just make myself have a thick skin but it still gets to me sometimes." she said. I felt really bad for her because she was slghtly crying. I handed her a tissue, she had to leave and fix her make up. "Sorry about that. I have little low moments too." she rolled it off. "It's okay, we'll cut that out if you'd like." I said."No leave it. They should see it." She said. "If you're sure." I said with a sympathetic smile.

"So back to what I was saying. They can be mean a lot but I've made myself to where I just laugh with them sarcastically and they get to not make jokes like that again but with that said my mom snaps them in check quite a bit." She said with a lighter conscious. "That's really a big down side but the rest we solve. I've only had a yelling match about 3 or 4 times with at least one of them in the past 3 years." She said. "Oh really? You don't seem like the yelling type." I said. "Personally, I'm not at all. But sometimes with them, you have to scream to be herd." She said obviously dissatisfied with the fact she has a bit more fights now of days than in the past. "Who, out of all your brothers do you have the most trouble with?" I asked. "Riker." she said, not a second thought. My eyes widened. "Are you that suprised?" she asked. "I-uh you just didn't even think about it." I said. "If you lived with him you'd understand." she said. I was stund...I wasn't even sure what to think

We then wrapped up the interview and we hugged. Like as if we've known each other for years and haven't seen each other in a while. If I'm correct I think she had a small sigh of relief because during the four hours, we had tons of relatable moments.

She walked out and then Ross walked in.